The Mother’s Day “Stall”

I am not sure I should even admit to the following things that happened this week, but I suppose I did promise to share about life: the good, the bad, the ugly, and everything in between.

I will let you decide which of those categories this falls into.

Last week, I received an email from our son’s school letting us know about the Mother’s Day “stall” that Friday. I quickly glanced over the email and deleted it.

I sat there thinking to myself – how strange! Why are they having a petting zoo for horses at school and want kids to bring money to pay for it? I was confused but chalked it up to being new and that this was just something they did here to celebrate Mother’s Day.

Since the kids get to see horses when we go to Minnesota each summer, I figured there was no need to pay to do so and sent our son to school with a two-dollar coin for the canteen as opposed to money to pet horses.

On Monday, I went to drop him off at school. Everything is still a bit unfamiliar, so mornings tend to include pep talks about being “awesome and we can do this” followed by big hugs. The teacher came over during one of those moments and after our son finally went to join his classmates, she told me he was upset on Friday because he didn’t have enough money for the stall.

I told her that the kids have been around horses so much that it didn’t seem necessary to send money with him to pet them at school.

She went on to explain to me that the Mother’s Day “stall” is like a shop where kids can get gifts for their mothers.

Good lord. My face must have gone ten shades of red!!

Until that moment, I thought stalls were for cars or horses, not shopping! I had no idea.

The fact that she maintained her composure during the entire exchange and didn’t burst out laughing is beyond me. She clearly deserves some sort of award for being the nicest person ever. If I were in her position, I would have lost my shit!

I went to get into the car after that, put my hands over my face, and started laughing to myself.

Then I looked up. The steering wheel was on the other side.

I quickly looked around to make sure nobody saw. Imagine if they had just overheard the conversation and then saw that – life imitating comedy.

That happened twice this week combined with an accidental trip down a one-way street going the wrong way.

Perhaps since it is now likely to rain for the next two days, I will put on some comfy clothes, pop some fizz, and toast to surviving the week…on the other side of the world and the other side of the road.